Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lay Down, artist - U-God. Album song Golden Arms Redemption, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.10.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wu
Song language: English
Lay Down |
| It be the Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang |
| I got control drop a load |
| Time to rip shit |
| Time to rock and roll |
| I play the block and stroll |
| Stop and go, cop an old up town choppin |
| Choppin for dough, prophecise |
| Monopolize ingrown, pull back with no remorse |
| The horse power cross bow |
| Soundin dope we off done the boat felt the flow |
| Under my belt plenty live |
| Twenty five in the front row |
| Just felt the glow, they melt wit in oxin |
| Rumble in the Bronx |
| Slugs out start buggin out |
| Thugs out, tuck the heats in you fuckin seats |
| Honeys suckin me, sweets |
| Do a 90 in the jeep |
| Red glorious, might stand victorious |
| A hundred story high in story in Poor men of the street |
| Jammed the game, to the poor again |
| Slanted the Wu branded name it’s war again |
| It’s war again |
| «gun cocks back» |
| Lay down |
| «bullets fire» |
| Mothafucka lay down |
| Lay down |
| Spray sounds |
| Spray sounds |
| Spray sounds |
| (verse two: U-god/Golden Arms) |
| Subject to sing like the slasher slither |
| Better through a guy’s status |
| Apparatus tied to your liver |
| Melanin never whither |
| Mount St. Helens swellin |
| Refreshin fearsome rebellious sellin death to ya eardrums |
| I’m never tellin, diary, just a firey felon |
| Coffins I’m nailin |
| All your frail men on a scale |
| Your deep space maybe’s |
| Inject your offsprings wit the rabies |
| It’s gravy train on the remy, dirty glass |
| Sponge kidney bath real pissy |
| Rendevous, wit the fisheys stats |
| Demolition derby, attourney to rap |
| Before the jury |
| A thirty six word remix |
| Firey phoenix turn tables wobble |
| Out the precint shake the ground decent |
| Still waiting for impeachment I’m sea sick |
| «gun cocks back» |
| Lay down |
| «bullets fire» |
| Mothafucka lay down |
| Lay down |
| Lay down |
| Lay down |
| Spray sounds |
| Spray sounds |
| (verse three: U-God/Golden Arms) |
| Editah, sexual preditah |
| In the burn centah |
| Tempah, pepper salt |
| Hashish master piece |
| Out the vault |
| Twenty seven years of hysteria, bury ya In the gaea of North America |
| Placenta crackin it’s crisis |
| Kosovo tae-bo flow blow out the fo' |
| World trauma, who got the virus? |
| Pearl Harbor casino classic free loader |
| Weed smokin bastards |
| Gambinos on amino acid |
| Bio-hazards |
| Faster the groover the hoover vacume |
| The child spark remover sag em' |
| Passionate wars wit U-God Nebraska to Alaska |
| Pipe line the right by a massacre |
| Thought racial barriers |
| The air craft carriers severe |
| Spill your mascara dear |
| The skin lab |
| Tear your flesh everywhere |
| Soon your words, scum dogs of the universe |
| When will you learn |
| You’ll get burned |
| «gun cock back» |
| Lay down |
| «Bullets fire» |
| Mothafucka lay down |
| Lay down |
| Lay down |
| Lay down, spray sounds |
| Spray sounds |
| Lay down |
| Lay down |
| Mothafucka lay down |
| Don’t get up lay down |
| Lay down |
| Lay down |
| Tear it down |